Jube. Come on, Win. Tote de luggage in. (Exit into cabin.)
Win-Kye. All ligh'! Schoolee-marm some punkee. (Exit to cabin.)
Moselle. Ain't she lovely, daddy? (Goes to door, turns, and looks at Tom, who stands L. C. looking at door.) Tom (puts her hand on heart, and sighs), I'd pity you, but I'm so hungry. Ha, ha, ha! (Exit.)
(Vermont crosses, and sits on rock R., watching Tom, who stands with his eyes on door.)
Tom. Lovely? Never was a more tempting bait set before the eyes of a hungry miner to lure him back to civilization. Out of a world from which we have banished ourselves for greed of gold, she comes, gentle and refined, to show us the lost state of peace and happiness to which, though the earth unbosom its richest treasures, we hardened wretches can never return.
Vermont. Tom, what yer starin' at that door for? Ain't in love, air yer?
Tom (comes down). In love? I never yet saw a woman that could bring a blush to my face. That's one of the indications, isn't it?
Vermont. Exactly.
Mother (sticking her head out of door). Tom, come and have some supper. (Disappears.)